Looking back over the year is amazing to me.
I started here
and am now here:
Ok, I admit that's an exaggeration, if not a downright lie. We do have a variety of activities that we try to make weekly. MBV community center, Circus school, Tae Kwon Do, Homeschool Village Co-op, Soccer, Little League, bowling. Add in playdates, field trips, C activities, and my job and it makes for a very full schedule. How it all happens and I make sure they are fed and clean is somedays beyond me. (It means they may get cut up fruit called dinner, or wash off hands and feet with a washcloth and call it a bath.)
Then there's the "school" part of our life which we squeeze in a couple times a week. G has worked through the elementary series of Life of Fred and is now in Fractions. After a horrendous First Language Lessons trial run which resulted in real tears before I realized it was not good fit for us, we discovered Michael Clay Thompson's Grammar Island and are working our way through the series. That's it! No sit down and learn science, social studies, art, music, gym, computers. I can't completely let go of the idea that kids need to be taught, despite being witness to many unschoolers who are learning and growing all the time, but I have been able to dial it back considerably. Partly because I've been blessed to find amazing homeschoolers and unschoolers who offer encouragement and ideas and partly because G reads, a lot.
Horrible Science, Horrible Geography, graphic novels, fantasy stories, poems. In the car, in the bed, all together, alone instead. It doesn't matter he loves books. I love that he loves books.
